Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Make the first move?"

Song Shi held down and killed again.

"Sit down first."

The woman walked down the stairs step by step, and the halberd made a low sound.

The hall in the high tower was extremely wide, but within a few breaths, the other party walked up to Song Shi.

She picked up the halberd and knocked on the ground. The floor made of an unknown material cracked, and a long table and a pair of chairs rose up. She sat down comfortably. At the other end of the table, which was about three meters long, Song Shi pulled out a chair and sat down.

The halberd was stuck straight to the side by her.

"Should I call you Frederick Starr, or Isidore Sinity?"

Frederick Star is the third generation, the current owner of Yenan, a burly, white-skinned man with a big beard. Isidore Siniti theoretically resigned from office forty-four years ago and is still missing.

The first lord of Yenan.

"I suggest you call the latter one." Isidore glanced at the young man and said calmly: "Ms. Siniti, Isidore, King of All, God's Throne. Any one will do. 'Frederick Star' I don’t like to use it psychologically.”

"Then you do have good intentions."

Song Shi also put down his heavy murder.

"I think so too." Isidore's face did not waver at all, and his tone was the most standard statement: "Ruling a huge country is no easier than advancing to the fifth ring."

"However, after your identity is used up, what should the next Lord of Yenan do?"

Song Shi crossed his hands: "The current inheritance method of the Lord of Yenan is all determined by the previous person. Of course, the people at the highest level know that the current three generations of Lords of Yenan are all your incarnations, and their prestige is naturally unparalleled. It’s accessible, there’s no doubt about it, but this method may not be very convincing for the complex structure of forces and ethnic groups in Yenan.”

Isidore laughed.

There was no emotion in her laughter, it was just a pure "laughing" gesture.

"If without me, Yenan will collapse and disintegrate, then I will be a failure. Such a country, just let it fall apart." Isidore paused and softened his tone a little: "I The reason why I don’t want to use my original image as the leader of Yenan is because of this consideration.”

"An unchanging person serves as the ruler of the country for hundreds of years. It's so boring. It's boring to think about it. This will make the normal transfer of power in the future obscure and everyone will be accustomed to an unchanging In the situation.”

Isidore commented briefly: "I don't like killing the seeds of possibility."

"So every few decades, you have to openly ask Yanan to change his ruler. But there is never a suitable new candidate. So you still have to go it alone."

"Uh-huh." Isidore said noncommittally: "Who calls me a god?"

Hearing this, Song Shi's eyes moved and he decided to be more direct: "Why did you suddenly and inexplicably call me to be a patrol supervisor?"

"Isn't it baffling? I also find it quite baffling."

Isidore changed his posture and pointed his index finger between his eyebrows: "Well, I have a better starting point for explanation."

"Guess what my psychic powers were like before the Seven Earths War started?"

Song Shi's gaze lingered on the silver-gray hair for a moment: "The third ring is up?"

"The mistake is the peak of the third ring." Isidore put down his index finger and raised his cheek slightly, seeming to recall: "Then, the Seven Lands War started, and the war spread, burning the world with holes, everywhere. Fighting. I broke through the [God's Throne] in the sixteenth year after the Seven Lands War started."

"The only one in the past century." Song Shi applauded from the bottom of his heart: "Incredible."

"You can call me a miracle." Isidore lowered his head again, first corrected a word, and frankly received the praise: "In short, my truth is 'victory'. I have proved this."

"Your great achievements are praised everywhere." Song Shi continued to clap: "There is no doubt."

"I have a psychic skill. Naturally, it is now affected by the collaboration of multiple psychic skills, but the main body is still it." Isidore brushed away the hair that came forward: "As for the effect, you can simply understand it as, It's an intuition that leads me to victory."

"When I was far less powerful than I am now, its effect was simple and pure, and it was limited to revealing the flaws in the enemy's offensive and the correct choice of forking paths. But as I broke through the [God's Throne], it gradually became more effective. Got some more updates”

Isidore raised his long index finger: "Wonderful ability."

"Before I elaborate on this point, I would like to ask you another question. Song Shi, do you believe in fate?"

Song Shi didn't hesitate, as if he had thought about it many times secretly: "Have some doubts about it."

"How should I put it? Compared with fate, I think its true correct expression is an individual trend." In the eyes of the other party, Song Shi opened his five fingers and then clenched them into a fist: "Just like I would sit on Here, I am ready to challenge you. What a magnificent destiny it is to challenge a god?"

"But actually it's not, as long as I am still 'Song Shi'." The young man looked directly at the other person, with a calm expression as if he was standing on an academic podium, telling the eternal truth of the universe: "As long as I don't die in the middle of the journey. , then one day I will challenge you.”

"Interesting view." Isidore nodded: "I think fate is a collection of actions, and it has weight."

Her index finger pointed to the table and drew a standard circle.

"If we regard the world as a lake, and the destiny of each existence as a pebble. Those fine, tiny pebbles will fall to the bottom of the lake silently, and no one will care. But the occasionally thrown boulders can stir up huge waves in the sky. The huge waves churned the lake surface and could not calm down for a long time. They even cut off the water veins at key locations and permanently changed the structure of the lake. "

"Is this the God's explanation of fate?"

"This is Isidore Siniti's explanation of fate."

the woman replied.

"Looking back now, to answer your original question, why did I invite you to serve as a border patrol inspector?" The woman said lightly: "My spiritual skills have gradually shown some signs during the years since I broke through the [God's Throne]. , the power of prophecy. One day, it revealed your existence to me."

"Song Shi, your existence, no, the weight of your destiny, has a profound impact on this world. As for whether it is good or bad, I am not sure." At this point, Isidore shook his head and said calmly: "Don't I don’t think too much, there’s no weird plot, it’s just that I want to see you, that’s all.”

"As... well, just treat it as a deal. As a reward for taking over the role of patrol supervisor, you may not like power, money, and resources, nor do you need these things, so I can answer a question for you."

"Tell me." Isidore's chin slowly rubbed the back of his hand: "Anything is fine."

Song Shi took a long breath.

Then, he raised his head.

"How long can you live?"